My love is abyss mode

Chapter 123 Senior's Impotent Fury

As soon as she finished speaking, Chie Hatsushino's smile faded, her gentle face turned serious, and she silently scrutinized her son-in-law.

If Hatsushino Ryo could become a normal person, that would be the best outcome.

Over the years, she has tried her best, traveling to various places, but to no avail.

When Chie Hatsushino heard the report from Ryo Hatsushino's driver, her first reaction was to question it. She was only pleasantly surprised when she saw Ryo Hatsushino's affection for Kiba Kuronuma.

She wasn't blinded by joy, and while she did develop feelings for Kuronuma, she didn't blindly cling to hope because of a few changes.

Tomohiko Kuronuma's attitude speaks volumes; Ryo Hatsushino's problem is far more serious than innate emotional detachment.

Even she, as the mother, never felt a trace of affection from her daughter; that bond never existed.

But should we give up?

Chie Hatsukano pondered for a moment, a faint smile playing on her lips, and waved the servants away: "Ya-kun, Mother really wants to agree to your request, but work is really tiring."

Moreover, since she has to work, she inevitably has to come into contact with the opposite sex, which is quite painful for her.

"Since Senior Liang is a child of the gods, Auntie must have missed out on a lot of experiences. It's worth it to be a little tired."

After finishing his steak, Black Swamp Tooth picked up his fruit tea and drank it all in one gulp, then started eating his snacks with a fork.

He was able to deal with Hatsushino Ryo, but he also used up a lot of energy and urgently needed to replenish it.

"It's just hope; it won't be that easy to convince me."

Chie Hatsushino decided to agree, but she always wanted Kiba Kuronuma to give something in return before she would feel truly willing; most women are like that.

She peeked her slender wrist out from the sleeve of her kimono, picked up the teapot, poured fruit tea for Kuronuma Kiba, and said with a smile, "For the sake of Kiba-kun being the first man I don't dislike, I'll agree to call me Mother."

"This is your job, isn't it?"

"Even if I don't marry Ryo in the future, it's okay, I can adopt you."

Why are you so persistent?

Kuronuma rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He wasn't very good at dealing with Hatsushika Chie; she always evaded the topic and lightly skipped over things she didn't want to talk about.

trouble.

It's better to visit Hatsushino House less often in the future.

"Because I really want a son," Chie Hatsushino lied without batting an eye.

"I really can't give any guarantees, but I want to try as much as possible."

Kuronuma Kiba ate all the food and still felt a little hungry. He prepared to go back to the academy to eat the bento box that Matsuzaka Kanon had prepared. He got up to say goodbye: "I have club activities to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

"Remember to visit me often when you have time."

Chie Hatsushino smiled and waved goodbye to him. Kiba Kuronuma didn't expect to get any valuable information from her. He walked straight out of the small garden and got into his black car.

What a difficult woman.

Compared to her, Matsuzaka Kanon is just a little bit cunning.

On the way back to the academy, Kuronuma Kiba took out his phone and sent a message to Matsuzaka Kanon, asking her about the kendo club's training match.

[Kuronuma: Kanon, is the practice match over?]
[Matsusaka: We won!]
[Matsusaka: (Image)]
In the photos secretly taken with a mobile phone, several boys wearing uniforms from different colleges boarded a bus dejectedly, and their sense of defeat could be felt even through the screen.

[Kuronuma: Wildfire Senior?]
[Matsuzaka: As expected of a champion bought with money? Surprisingly easy.]
[Matsusaka: It might be because of the third-year students dropping out of the club. After the forwards were switched, Ishiguro single-handedly destroyed their team, and Nobi-senpai had absolutely no chance to shine.]
[Kuronuma: Ishiguro is quite strong and works very hard, it's a pity.]
[Matsusaka: There's nothing we can do about it.]
In Japan, the art of swordsmanship is, in a sense, monopolized by families, and those who inherit the art must be family members.

Those so-called disciples, no matter how intimate the title they are given, are ultimately outsiders. They are unlikely to achieve great results in the path of swordsmanship, let alone make a living from it.

Most people learn Kendo simply to acquire some resources. This sport is doomed to fail sooner or later.

[Matsusaka: To be honest, the so-called inheritance of kendo is actually the inheritance of resources.]
[Matsusaka: I've already spoken with Student Council President Toyama about the funds. She wants you to collect them in person and wait for you in the Student Council President's office.]
[Kuronuma: Okay, I'll be right back at the academy]
[Kuronuma: Ryo-senpai isn't home tonight, so preparing dinner for two is enough.]
[Matsusaka: Okay.]
"Go to the student council."

After speaking with Reiko Kobayakawa, Kiba Kuronuma put away his phone and turned to look at the street rushing past outside the car window.

Before he knew it, he had found the things he wanted to do and had to do after coming to Tokyo: to give Shirakawa Momo a warm home, to earn money to buy a house in Tokyo, and to give Hatsushino Ryo some love.

There are also many smaller goals: a Pokémon battle with Suzuka, repairing the relationship with Momo Shirakawa, having a good talk with Chitose Toyama when leaving Izu, and the Jade Dragon Flag next year.

As life gradually became richer, Tokyo was no longer a cold and indifferent city.

I'll go back to Hokkaido for winter break.

Lost in thoughts that spread like wild grass, the black sedan drove into the gates of the private Qinglan Academy and stopped directly in front of the student council building.

Kuronuma got out of the car, walked into the student council, went straight up the stairs to the student council president's office, and gently knocked on the door.

A suppressed voice, filled with a violent aura, came from behind the door.

"Come in."

"Senior, I'm here to collect the Kendo Club's activity funds." Kuronuma Kiba pushed open the door to the student council president's office and stated his purpose directly.

In the spacious student council room, Chitose Toyama sat behind her desk with her arms crossed and legs crossed, her narrowed purple eyes piercingly sharp.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, making her long, purple hair, tied in a single ponytail, glisten and evoke the image of a sword slowly being drawn from its sheath.

Seeing Kuronuma Kiba unceremoniously sit down on the sofa, turn to meet her gaze, Toyama Chitose lightly tapped her arm with her fingers, and asked in a cold, certain tone:

"I heard from Momo that you went to Hatsushino's house today?"

The senior student was in a fit of impotent rage.

"I thought you two had a bad relationship." Kuronuma Kiba shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

When he left the classroom in the morning, he deliberately said that to Shirakawa Momo, thinking that the cat would come and ask him anxiously, but she unexpectedly told Toyama Chitose.

Kill with a borrowed knife.

It seems that Shirakawa Momo really doesn't want to talk to him lately, Kuronuma Kiba thought to himself, leaning back on the sofa: "My father wants me to get married as soon as possible, but I didn't agree."

I wonder if Chitose Toyama will tell Momo Shirakawa this news. He wants to use his senior and the cat to communicate remotely.

"Tsk." Chitose Toyama pulled out a drawer, took out a document, signed it with a black pen, and then stamped it with the student council president's seal.

We've fallen far behind again.

Even if Kuronuma Kiba falls in love with him, it will be too late.

A strong sense of urgency welled up inside her, and she picked up the can of Coke next to her, using the refreshing carbonation to relieve her anxiety.

"When we were in Izu, you promised to go on a date with me."

"It's not a date, it's just to listen to your explanation, even though I don't think it's necessary."

Kurozuma Kiba could probably guess Toyama Chitose's secret: it was nothing more than the pressure from his family's swordsmanship tradition, which he genuinely didn't care about.

That kind of trashy swordsmanship has no reason to be passed down.

No wonder those sword-doing families want to monopolize it. If it were free competition, they would probably be quickly countered by talented players and decline from then on.

(End of this chapter)